Remember Me: Critic Reviews

A movie with all the hyperventilating hysteria of a 1960s teen-tragedy pop song and all the disposability, too.

In Remember Me love means never having to say you're sorry, particularly to the audience.

Remember Me provides some mild domestic spats and lots of picturesque male brooding, but it's a pallid and oddly exploitative affair.

Remember Me is a touching love story, but its broader tale of familial relations packs a greater emotional punch.

After the first hint of what's coming -- which crops up less than 10 minutes into the movie and then doesn't let up -- the foreshadowing becomes so distracting that, by the time the darn thing goes off, there's only a sense of relief.

[Pattinson is] like Luke Perry doing James Dean in the dreariest John Hughes movie ever made: Some Kind of Terrible.

More tacky and preposterous than the worst blockbuster phone-in.

There's no shame in exploring tragedy through art. But exploiting it to make your very ordinary movie feel more important? That's another story.

A small, dense chamber study of unhappy people looking for hope in the darkness, often literally.

The finale manages to be tasteful and exploitative at the same time. It touts forgiveness while being mildly infuriating. Such is the danger of borrowing from the enormous to merely entertain. If that.

"Remember Me" is only slightly more than forgettable, but its good intentions and good performances can't make up for a central romance that feels more rushed than real thanks to the triumph of casting and celebrity over chemistry and charm.

The fact is, Remember Me is a well-made movie. I cared about the characters. I felt for them.

The more you wait for the biggest plot development of the last decade to reduce everybody's problems to a hill of beans, the more Remember Me starts to make you feel cheap.

Allen Coulter directed this morose and sluggish drama, which gets more mileage from Pattinson's anguished profile than from Will Fetters's thunderously overwritten screenplay.

Remember Me is charged up with stormy melodrama. Pattinson's various fan contingents should eat it up...

A seemingly inconsequential action at the climax becomes a profound life-changer, giving each character's journey an unpredictable -- and I would argue, contrived -- conclusion.

There's a sense of construction to Remember Me that undercuts its emotional impact, and emotional impact is pretty much all this film is shooting for.

The modestly scaled film delivers some moving and affecting moments amid a preponderance of scenes of frequently annoying people behaving badly.

Time for a quick game of One of These Things Is Not Like the Others: Marlon Brando. James Dean. Robert Pattinson.

The film's tone is all wrong, the pacing is dead and the veering between sex, sadness and sado-masochistic violence is enough to give you motion sickness. It's a bad movie.

If Remember Me is remembered for anything at all, other than being yet another Robert Pattinson vehicle, it will be for its over-the-top ending, which ranks high amongst the most shameless jerkers of tears ever unleashed upon lachrymose teens.

There are no less than four tremendous performances in the film.

The film gets bogged down by plot points that plod toward an event of devastating proportions.

Remember Me represents Robert Pattinson's attempt to prove he can do more than sparkle like a faux vampire, but the case he presents is not convincing.

A strong romantic drama in which Robert Pattinson and Emilie de Ravin really shine.